Ereloy Week Day 2: Recognition/“I can’t run from this anymore.”/The wilderness in winter
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"The threat of every turn, each well-placed strike, the arrow that grazes the skin? It’s a dance that holds death close, at the perfect distance. Repeatable and therefore perpetual."
Some super-quick portraits of the Racer Squad, for fic purposes! From top to bottom: Josekk, Attah, Elottak, Haxx, Wikkoh, Pekka, and -- last but NEVER least -- Red Teeth.
(Helmet off beneath the cut - just in case anyone hasn't finished the races yet!)
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Working on a holiday is hell!!My only therapy is Kotallo… Thank you Kotallo….
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